The wind began to moan in hollow murmurs, as
the sun went down carrying glad day elsewhere;
and a train of dull clouds coming up against it,
menaced thunder and lightning. Large drops of
rain soon began to fall, and, as the storm clouds
came sailing onward, others supplied the void they
left behind and spread over all the sky. Then was
heard the low rumbling of distant thunder, then the
lightning quivered, and then the darkness of an
hour seemed to have gathered in an instant.
Life does not consist mainly, or even largely,
of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of
the storm of thought that is forever flowing
through one's head. Serenity is not freedom
from the storm, but peace amid the storm
